Cincinnati Fear Fest

Backwoods nightmares ignite in this fire-ravaged scrapyard, where the flames never truly died. Twisted survivors roam the ruins—charred, crazed, and out for blood.

Navigate melted metal, smoke-choked tunnels, and the scorched remains of a cursed camp that was never meant to burn.

The fire’s still hungry. Will it take you next?

Step into a twisted theater of broken toys and killer clowns, where Pocket—the deranged ape ringmaster—pulls all the strings.

Every room is a scene of chaos, every laugh hides a scream, and you’re the star of tonight’s performance.

There’s no escape when you’re part of the show.

Far from the town and deep in the dust, this forgotten trail is where the lost, the banished, and the broken still roam.

Rotting shacks. Twisted freaks. Cries in the dark.
There’s no path, no help—and no one remembers your name out here.

Welcome to the end of the road.

Toxic drums have burst in the quarantine lab, flooding every corridor with glowing green sludge. Mutated workers now hunt anything still breathing.

Race through dripping pipes, sparking panels, and sirens crying “meltdown.” One slip and the waste claims you.

Outrun the contamination—or dissolve in the ooze.